I think I feel you every time I look at your shelfI would’ve liked to have known you so in times like this I could ask for your helpSometimes I need you when I feel alone and can’t quite find meI’m in need of direction - don’t know north from south from west from eastAhhh

CHORUSDaddy, can you help me with the finding of myself?Will I find the answer in a book upon your shelf?Daddy, can you hear me? I am calling out your nameI lost you at age six, and the world called it a shameAin’t it a shame!

Sometimes Mom would sit me down and tell me about youShe never said you were perfect, but I think that’s what I like most about youSo when I call your name in the morning or in the nightJust sit there and listen and everything will be alright